Sirens are a-screaming, shots ring out at nightMovie cameras rolling inAnd there goes my hero with his head between his legsAnd all this time I believed in him

Now, what is the sound of snow falling downOn the tombstone in the dead of the night?And who is the hound at the downtown dog poundWho speaks English when the watchman's not in sight?

And where will you be in 1993?Still sitting in the same chairSinning is for sinners and I'm just a beginnerBut I've never really been touched there

Hey ain't it strange how some things never changeAin't it strange how nothing stays the same?You were thinkin' I was distressed about some universe oppressedBut I was just depressed about my last pinball game

I've learned to accept and not to expectThe respect and neglect that I getI've tried not to forget about what hasn't happened yetAnd on this I place my last bet

Hey did you give what you getDid you get what you give?of your ??Winning is for winnersAnd I know spring follows winterBut I've never really been touched there

You know it's hard to be nice when hate becomes your viceAnd you can't find peace anywhereLove's just not for loversGet off your high horse brotherDrop your fist and get out of here